Chapter 139
What a coincidence, Luo Yu was thinking the same thing.
But then he remembered his sister's repeated mentions of the "Northwest Hammer King."
He also recalled the unyielding Yin Huacheng, and the secret realm that had been shattered by a single blow.
"I, Bai, am willing to acknowledge that your swordsmanship surpasses mine."
"Brother Li, I'm quite familiar with the quick hands at Jiutian Shidi. I'll personally write an article to help promote you."
"I'll help with the illustrations, I promise to make them look cool!"
"Keep it low-key, low-key. It's all just empty fame..."
...
Outside, chaos reigned.
Here, they were just getting started.
Ying Bing watched as the boy's performative personality took over; he feigned modesty, yet his smirk was more pronounced than a pig's during the New Year. She observed for a long time.
She was somewhat puzzled.
It was he who was busy in the kitchen at Qiushui Pavilion every day.
It was he who had leaped down with her from Qingyuan.
Like a war god, standing in front, it was his confidence that allowed her to refine the Blood Phoenix Essence.
From beginning to end, he hadn’t even entertained a single thought about the Blood Phoenix Essence, this precious treasure.
He was truly strange...
In this life and the last, Ying Bing had never found it so hard to understand someone.
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**Chapter 140: The Return Home of Old Li, the Battle's Conclusion**
In the blink of an eye, the money tree had brought them to Qinghe County.
They landed in their own courtyard.
From a distance, Li Mo could feel the commotion coming from Hongfeng Mountain, shaking the heavens and the earth.
Dozens of inner and outer disciples were clashing, truly akin to a natural disaster.
"I still need to hurry back to assist in the battle."
After setting everyone down, Qian Bufan clasped his hands behind his back, his short and stout figure exuding a powerful aura.
"You all don’t have anything else to attend to, right?"
Everyone shook their heads in unison.
"Elder Qian."
Li Mo stepped forward, speaking earnestly:
"Han is truly the national master of the previous dynasty, his methods are intricate and devious. After joining forces with the people of the Demon Summoning Sect, who knows what tricks he might pull? I urge all of you to be extra cautious."
He had used the Tianming Divine Eye to take a look.
Elder Qian might suffer some minor injuries this time, but it wouldn’t be a big deal.
He merely offered a casual reminder.
"The national master of the Great Merchant..."
Qian Bufan squinted his small eyes and nodded:
"Rest assured, thanks to you, we have the upper hand. Senior Brother Shangguan and Lord Fen Yu are both here; there won’t be any major issues."
"This credit will be rewarded within the sect."
"Just doing what a disciple should do."
Li Mo cupped his hands in respect.
To be honest, he had only taken a casual glance back then; he hadn’t expected to catch such a big fish.
The elders of Qingyuan Sect were indeed reliable, even the sect leader Shangguan had come in person.
By then, he feared that many investments would be attributed to him.
Qian Bufan soared into the sky.
"Ah... I can’t rest yet."
Li Mo felt completely relaxed; after experiencing the battle and the shattering of space, he felt as if his body had been emptied out, not even wanting to move a finger.
"Son." x2
A familiar voice called out in his ear.
He could no longer hold back and fell asleep.
"Zzz..."
Li Mo was asleep.
The middle-aged couple watched their son, who had fallen asleep leaning against Ying Bing, silently.
Earlier, Shang Wu had also been sleeping.
As soon as their son got home, he fell asleep in an instant.
So what exactly had he learned from Shang Wu?
"Someone, take the young master back to his room."
The couple checked; although Li Mo's clothes were torn, he was unharmed, and they sighed in relief.
They instructed the servant to carry Li Mo to his room.
"Following Elder Shang Wu, if he really just sleeps all day, that’s fine, but he better not learn any other nonsense..."
Li Dalong wore a worried expression.
His son had always been a bit mischievous, and he thought sending him to Qingyuan Sect would help him hone his skills while tempering his character.
He never imagined that Mo'er would end up under Shang Wu's tutelage!
He used to be mischievous; would he now become someone everyone despises?
"Sir."
Gu Xueqin tugged at her husband's sleeve.
Li Dalong snapped back to reality and bowed to the crowd:
"Young heroes, my son has troubled you all; I appreciate your care."
"We have prepared food and drink at our home, please..."
Old Li had an official position and was accustomed to such occasions.
He could tell from their attire that these young martial artists were all extraordinary talents from prestigious sects, true dragons among men.
There were disciples from Fen Yu Lin, Gang Dou Men, and even the true inheritors of Qingyuan Sect.
Any one of them would warrant respect and careful attention from even the county magistrate.
Not to mention the disciple from Hengyun Sword City, who carried a sword—he was truly a major figure in the region.
Moreover, he had seen this person's portrait.
Bai Jinghong!
A prodigy on the Qianlong List, even the sons of nobles would pale in comparison to his status.
However—
Before Old Li could finish his sentence.
"Uncle, you flatter yourself!"
The burly Tie Qi bowed deeply, nearly smashing his head against the floor.
"Hello, Uncle!"
Ouyang Yi flicked his sleeve.
Bai Jinghong and Luo Yu had initially planned to just nod in acknowledgment.
But a certain cold gaze, whether intentional or not, turned towards them.
The icy stare of Ying Bing.
"Hello, Uncle and Aunt!"
The two moved in perfect unison.
The others naturally had nothing more to say.
If they replaced "Uncle and Aunt" with "Big Brother and Sister-in-law," it would feel like a New Year gathering of some social organization...
Strangely enough, the atmosphere was indeed somewhat similar.
Fifty miles away, a fierce battle raged, akin to the sound of firecrackers during the New Year.
Li Dalong was momentarily stunned, almost blurting out "All rise, my lords."
Fortunately, Gu Xueqin, knowing her husband's nature, quickly pinched his waist.
Old Li then awkwardly chuckled:
"No need for such formalities, no need for such formalities... Let’s go eat."
"Bing'er, you take the young heroes."
"Okay."
...
The couple watched as the group of talented youths obediently followed Ying Bing into the reception hall.
Li Dalong, as if waking from a dream, felt a tingling sensation throughout his body.
What a delight.
Why was the sun so round today, and the flowers so vibrant?
Old Li felt a bit light-headed.
"Are today’s talented martial artists all so well-mannered?"
Gu Xueqin was somewhat puzzled.
"Didn’t you notice?"
Li Dalong withdrew his gaze, pondering before he spoke.
"Notice what?"
"These disciples from prestigious sects show a sense of reverence towards Bing'er, almost as if they look to her for guidance."
Li Dalong said seriously.
He had long known that Bing'er was now the true inheritor of Qingyuan Sect.
But mere status alone couldn’t account for why other talented peers treated her this way.
"It only shows that Bing'er’s talent and character make them willingly bow their heads."
"I’ve always said Bing'er is extraordinary, calm and wise."
Gu Xueqin was very pleased.
Li Dalong smacked his lips.
He wondered if his little rascal had learned anything useful.
He would have to wait until he woke up to ask.
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On the other side.
The battle between the two sides had reached a fever pitch.
The members of the Demon Summoning Sect surrounded Han Zhen, forming an invisible formation.
This formation was neither offensive nor defensive.
Rather, it was to summon a certain existence.
Boom—
The sky seemed to be covered by an unshakeable shadow, forming a dark cloud that pressed down on the city. In the depths of the void, an overwhelming malevolence was brewing.
Something was about to descend.
Everyone present felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation.
Suddenly.
A figure appeared in the center of the battlefield.
Shangguan Wencang.
He did not release a domain, but any domain was as nothing before him; his aura was immensely powerful.
With a casual gesture, the clouds gathered, forming a massive hand.
This palm truly had the might to grasp the stars.
It was the ultimate force, pure law, and condensed rhythm.
"Shangguan Wencang, you are just a step away from the Law Body."
The elder with white brows from Hengyun Sword City sighed softly, retracting the dangerous sword energy that had been radiating from him.
The external scene solidified into substance, many mysteries returning to him.
Every gesture was like a divine power.
This was the Law Body!
Boom—
The formation presided over by Han Zhen shattered in an instant.
In the midst of the violent energy, his figure suddenly transformed into countless blood shadows, scattering into the air.
This was not an explosion; it was an escape.
The others were not so fortunate.
They were all pressed into the ground by the cloud-like hand, unable to move.
The palm of the long-lost Master Xuangu had already fallen into Shangguan Wencang's hands.
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